The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Walk Like the Inca




On Thursday, Tzom Gedaliah, we went for a walk . . .

Despite the general fatigue of the fast, and the thin arid are of the city, we made the hike to Sacsayhuamán (Pronounced Saksay Waman -I kid you not), the Incan walls perched high above Cuzco.






We started at Plaza de Armas, the center of both the Incan Capital city of Cuzco, and the old Colonial town as well . . .
During our walks around the Plaza we've been hounded by children selling hats, ladies offering massages, men giving out fliers for clubs -and one guy who offered to sell us the "green stuff" or the "white stuff".

Despite the banter from the locals, the square is a very relaxing place to hang out -I personally would like to be able to set up a Sukkah there next week -we'll see what happens.





M. with local school children





Near the top of the stairs we stopped to take a few pictures on an outlook over the city's rooftops . . .









Another Swastika for my collection








 . . . Where we bumped into Eric from Flatbush, a friendly gentile who offered to take our group picture. (Tourists are always  pretty friendly and make for great conversation).

After the photo break, and the much needed chance to catch our breath, we went further up the stairs.





We made it to the top of the stairs . . . only to now have to walk up the winding road!






More locals in colored clothes




Petting a baby Alpaca




 . . . and the lady who said she used it's hair to make her goods



This lady wasn't as friendly, she wanted to be paid for her picture





And we made it to the wall!











We found a 'guide' named Jose, who offered to take us horseback riding for 25 Soles a person (that's 8.31 USD a person for the hour)


On my horse Santiago (It's not a pony, and in any event they don't like being called Ponies -that isn't PC, I've been told that they prefer the term "Little Horses")









The Fool on the Hill -with his didgeridoo (or something Incan that looks like one) and his alpaca coat too!






















Hi-Ho Santiago -away!



The three Amigos









Back by
Sacsayhuamán (as Jose reminded us it's pronounced Sackay Waman






A view at night



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Thursday, October 02, 2008

Rosh Hashanah at 10,800 Feet



Despite a vigorous Twitter debate about the VP Debate -I'm going to write about happier things -Rosh Hashanah here in Cusco! (With pictures -from before the chag- too) 

Click on the link to see the post!


View from the Chabad House

At close to Four Thousand meters above sea level, it takes some time to adjuste to the altitude . . . I'm not the fittest person out there -but when singing and dancing leaves one out of breath, it's somewhat unnerving!

After a day of rest, and some Coca tea, I was in running order -though even now I still loose my breath when running.

Thusly acclimated, we set off on Erev Rosh Hashanah to look for Israelis . . .



. . . a task far easier then one could ever imagine. High in the Andes, Hebrew really seems to be a second language -with signs in Hebrew plastering the place.


A sign advertising an Israeli Rosh Hashanah party -with a free drink with admition and the first 100 girls coming in at half price
. . . Sad aint it?






With all the Hebrew, it's almost like Tel Aviv











We soon made our way to the market, where our senses were assaulted by all kinds of strange sights, sounds and smells.





The market





In need of a 'new' fruit for Rosh Hashanah, we seemed to have come to the best place in the world to get one -there were dozens of fruits that I had never seen before -and for all extents and purposes, may never see again!

As walked around the vendors, we were offered, sometimes rather forcefully, various items . . . Other such visual treats included old ladies with pig tails and white top hats, corn in 30 different colors, and
a dog eating pig guts (there are tons of stray dogs here)







People were very friendly, many of them in awe of the three padres walking down the market aisles (our Yarmulkes seemed to make them think we were bishops of some sort -and several people even went so far as to call me Heisus).

Despite the statements of certain political parties, in Cuzco at least, everyone seems to love Americans (Personally I think the only people who dislike us are crazed nationalists and fanatics (such as certain groups of Russians and Arabs) and snooty-nosed Western Europeans who think that they ought to be the bastion of the world's culture and deciders of policy (such as the French and the city of S. Francisco))



"USA A. Ok!"


As we were leaving the market, we saw a familiar face -an Israeli one!


A great picture (except for the fact that I have such a weird look on my face)




Rosh Hashanah:


The new year began in Cuzco, and after prayers led by Chaim, we went down for the meal . . . 400 (mostly Israelis) strong!

The groups were divided into three groups, and mine -consisting of 137 Israelis and three South Africans- had to be the wildest of them all.
Such interesting guests graced our presence such as Roei Sadan -an Israeli who is biking around the world (He started in Alaska last August, and will be in Tierra del Fuego  by November!), an Israeli who during the last war in Lebanon was hit with shrapnel in his left eye, lung and other fun places -the doctors worked on him for 45 minutes to bring him back to life (They gave him five shocks from the Defibrillator, the normal  amount, but were unable to revive him -the doctor went for a sixth and he came to), and a guy who went to school with a cousin that I never met before.

After davening the next day, we went around to blow Shofar for the Israelis in the various hostels . . .
Coming into one of them, we were greeted by a pungent, earthy smell and a group of red-eyed, giggling, Israelis.
We distributed Yarmulkes to them, though one of them -with dreadlocks that would make Bob Marley proud- explained to us that he already had one on -he quickly produced it from the forest of dreads on his head.



A Motzei Yom Tov picture with some of the guys



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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Rosh Hashanah Thoughts from Above


A view of the Andes

On Rosh Hashanah we forge anew our intrinsic bond with G-d. Though our divine service may often be based on various human concepts -love, awe, rational understanding- the true commitment that forms the basis of an ever lasting relationship is one based on something much deeper. When we blow the Shofar on Rosh Hashanah we remind ourselves, and the Creator Himself as it were, of the time when we entered in an eternal covenant by mount Sinai. Just as the Shofar blew then, so to its cry sounds out now like a child to his father,
"Abba Abba -take me back to you!"

And just as no earthly father can bear to leave his child's cries unanswered, so to our Father in Heaven answers our calls.

With regards from Cuzco, Peru
Your friend in well wishes for a sweet new year


















The Chabad House

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Bienvenido al Perú


A view of the city from the Chabad House


We have a little catching up to do.

For those of you who don't follow me on the Twitter (which begs the question -why aren't you?), you may or may not be aware that I am currently in Lima, Peru . . .

Arriving at JFK for our American Airlines flight to Lima with a stop off in Miami, we were given a grand total of thirty seconds to pay our taxi driver, unload our bags and get inside the airport before the entourage of a UN Official (For those of you who haven't heard of the UN before, UN stands for United Nothing, which is exactly what goes on there on a good day).

After using AA's handy-dandy self check-in program, CY Fried (as he is known from his comments here, but known hence forth as Chaim) and I spent time milling around duty free, before boarding our flight. Come 7:00 take off however, and the captain announced that due to several UN dignitaries leaving the country at the moment after the wonderful General Assembly that let Der Kliener Fuhrer (I mean Ahmadinejad) venue to his words, we would be spending an hour waiting on the runway before we could take off . . .
What fun!
Come 8:20 (an hour and twenty minutes) and we were finally next in line to go.

A note about the flight -American Airlines is hardly the great airlines it used to be . . . I had the chance to take a TACA flight that left on Thursday morning with a stop over in El Salvador. The AA evening flight, however, offered the chance to stop by a good friends wedding, and miles on an established mileage program. Considering that I missed the wedding and the UN endorsed complications that followed, I wonder if the miles were worth missing out on the lay-over in El Salvador.

We landed in Miami, and were told that we had something like two minutes to make our connecting flight.
Running like a mad man, laptop bag swinging one arm, carry-on roller rolling behind me from the other, I made it to the gate -only to be told that there was no need to run -they were holding up the flight for other passengers coming from Dallas Ft. Worth . . . That, and an some last minute work on the engine (always a reassuring thought) made for a twenty minute wait.
The upshot of it -they would be loading our luggage while we waited.

Moving to my seat (16A -During a red eye go for the bulkhead seat -it gives a better surface to rest against!)
I found a Peruvian lady sitting in it. After apologizing for taking our seats, she looked me in the eye and asked, pointblank,

"Are you a Jew?"

Now asking such a question, with such a wording, could only go one of two ways . . . I tensed up.

"Yes I am. Why do you ask?"

"Oh," she said. "I am one too -I live in Miami now, but I'm visiting my family in Peru with my son now. Do you know a synagogue I could go to for the holidays?"

. . .

Peru!

By the Baggage claim, as the bags ever so slowly came out, I took a look at the various people standing around me.

A young lady clad in a linen tunic, khaki pants and a large purple poncho stood next to me . . . Always on the look out for other Jews, I figured only an Israeli tourist would come to a place wearing the local clothes.
Turning to two Japanese adventurers standing behind her -their Nihongo-Spanish dictionaries, guide books and cameras ready- she tried to ask them a question in an extremely broken Spanish. The two blokes, in turn, told her in an even more broken Spanish that they did not speak any Spanish . . . With a laugh that she said that she was Austrian (there went my 'Israeli') and asked them if they were Chinese (at least I was right in this case, as they were indeed Japanese).


"I vant to zee di animals hier." She said. "I love animals! I have a website about zem! Ve must help di environment!"

"Oh yes." one of the Japanese men said. "We want see Jungure (Jungle)!"

-all of this seen through the eyes of a Hassid in a black hat. How stereotyped could things get . . . ( A note to all: I write this only in jest, and in no way wish to reinforce negative stereotypes or think in anyway poorly of those I took notice of. On that note: While I am entirely behind protecting the environment and like Whales -I'm sick of this Pseudo-Religious Green junk . . . it makes me want to drive an SUV (save the fact that I don't drive, and couldn't afford the extra gas) and other acts of carbon emitting fun.)



The conversation soon ended, as the two Japanese tourists had found their bags.
Chaim and I, however, looked on with disdain as we realized that our luggage had not made the flight.

So, after clearing up things with the officials - along with a British student abroad, a German visiting his extended family in Bolivia (Germans in South America -Yikes!), the Austrian lady dressed like an Israeli dressing like a local, a Dutch couple, and a group of Frenchies that only spoke French (Why I always end up with the Europeans is a twist of fate completely beyond my understanding)- we took a Taxi to the Chabad house in the more upscale S. Isidro neighborhood to get ready for Shabbos

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Now this is a Travel Post like it ought to be! Though I give it to you in its unedited glory, I hope you enjoyed the words. Who needs pictures!

(Don't worry. There's nothing to see in Lima . . . In Cuzco I'll probably become lazy and go back to 50 picture and thirty word posts.
Sigh.)

Until then, K'siva v'chasima Tova Y'all!

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